Jun. 5th, 2007 02:43 pm
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I haven't seen any lightning, but even if I do, it will not keep me away from the next-to-last session of Urban Farm. (Yay Urban Farm! Best class ever! I am going to miss it so much that I am looking into volunteering at one of Eugene's community gardens after the end of the term, just to get my "really big garden that I share with a bunch of people and we all hang out and work on it together" fix, because it is that awesome, even if I totally got a sunburn doing just that last Saturday.) And now I must finish proofreading my review of Michael Pollan's Second Nature, which I will be turning in today --- it turned out really well and I'm super-proud, especially of the way I used the phrase "really gets on my tits" in a way that was almost entirely appropriate except for how it's sort of an academic paper and all. Tee-hee! I'll put the full book report on TracyFood sometime soon, perhaps in sections because I rambled on and on and on for almost seven pages (only one of which was devoted to my deep aversion to the masculine generic --- Inclusive language forever, baby!)

Hot damn, it's pouring out. I'd better go let Iggy Pop in from the rain, and then look at bus schedules.

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So my parents visited this week, from late Saturday night until about an hour ago, and that meant doing lots of projects around the house which in turn meant many trips to the hardware store. At one of these, I had a hilarious experience which I feel I must relate to you, my LiveJournal readers.

As you probably know, I'm not much of a girly girl, but I'm also not butch enough to really know my way around the hardware store1, and I will probably never be able to make myself at home there like my dad does without even thinking about it. But the girliest I've felt in a long time was when my dad turned to a guy in the screws and bolts aisle and asked "Do you work here?" and my first thought on looking at the guy was "Not in those shoes, he doesn't."

I mean, really. Flip-flops?

It was all I could do to avoid thinking my ridiculously girly thought out loud, and I think they might have thrown me out of the store at that point to keep me from being a bad influence on the three-year-old further down the aisle, whose dad was doing a great job of introducing him to the important male bonding experience of the difference between stainless and brass nuts and bolts. What does it say about me that I thought they were really cute, but in an embarrased yet envious kind of way?

  1. Just to defend my machismo a bit, I'd like to point out that we're talking a hometown True Value here, not one of those well-labeled Home Depot or big-box hardware stores, oh no.
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Just in case you were wondering:

Tracy is the #291 most common male name.
0.048% of men in the US are named Tracy.
Around 58800 US men are named Tracy!

Tracy is the #108 most common female name.
0.197% of females in the US are named Tracy.
Around 251175 US females are named Tracy!

Tracy is the #1082 most common last name.
0.011% of last names in the US are Tracy.
Around 27500 US last names are Tracy!

Isn't that interesting? Actually, I think it's kind of weird that they separated names into "male" and "female" but then go on to say that men are named X but females are named X. I care entirely too much about stupid little inconsistencies like that, really I do.


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